I have always said I was a forty-niner. I was born in 1949, not 1849. I love the San Francisco Forty-Niners, since their starting quarterback is from my Alma matter, the University of Utah. I was once forty nine years old, so many moons ago.
There are now forty nine days until M DAY, or the day when we are celebrating our fortieth year together. I started this blog counting down one year ago on June ninth and now I am forty nine days from the anniversary.
Some time when I try to remember forty nine years ago, I was only thirteen years old, I don't believe I was alive that long ago. It was the time of the Viet Nam war, turmoil everywhere, sort of like today. It was about the time when Kennedy was assassinated and I remember where I was when he was. I was in seventh grade, is that about right in timing? It was quite an experience. Girls were crying in the halls of school, we all thought the world would end having the President of the United States killed while in office. We were all lost, questioning, worried, and fearful.
Today we get to renew our covenants at Church. The men of Bonnie's choir get to sing in Sacrament Meeting "Ye Elders of Israel." What a rousing, uplifting hymn.
As I saw a plane winging it's way overhead today, I wondered where a similar plane would be taking Bonnie and me in a few months.
We watched an hour long special created by the church about the saints in Nigeria and South Africa. It is amazing what those righteous saints did while not even having the Priesthood. In some cases, there were groups of thousands gathered together living Mormonism, without the Priesthood and without direction from Priesthood leaders. So many righteous saints even before missionaries went to their country. It made us want to go to Africa. Yes, that is one of the desires we put on our papers. Time will tell and we shall see. I feel comfortable that the brethren who decide will be inspired by Father where we are needed, or where we need to go to learn what He desires to teach us.
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